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“Hey, you’re the one that decided to actually go to the restaurant, not me.” She held up both hands and widened her eyes in a challenge. “Don’t blame me if you can’t hang with it.”
“Hang with it? What the heck is that supposed to mean? Hang with lying my ass off to the guy?” Abby whipped the phone up and scrolled through the first messages. From his friends. For some reason, she was now in a
group
text. Would one of them see the errant number and expose her?
“No. It means—you should tell him. Tell him about the messages, only do it in person so you can spend a little more time with him before he realizes you’ve been spying on him all this time.”
“I wasn’t spying.”
Caroline raised an eyebrow. No words needed in that expression.
“I wasn’t!
He
texted
me,
remember? I didn’t start it. Nor did I run over him with a dog. If you ask me, he’s the one that started it all. Besides—”
Caroline snipped ribbon loose and tied up a yellow bow for the funeral arrangement. “Let’s don’t forget you still haven’t told him about his girlfriend either.”
Abby huffed. “Ex-girlfriend. And seems to me, the person that should tell him is her. Or maybe his best friend.”
“Who happens to be you at the moment.”
“No, not me.”
“You’re answering his texts as if you’re him.”
“OKAY. I won’t answer them anymore. Besides, his real friend is a jerk.”
“And you’ll tell him?”
“Tell him what? About me
not
being Jackson—or at least not the Jackson he thinks he’s texting? Or about his ex-girlfriend’s reaction to the flowers? Or maybe the reason why she broke up with him is because of
Jackson
. The friend, not me. Or maybe that the blind date I thought I was meeting actually was him, which is why he never showed. Only he did. Which one? And remember, I
tried
to tell him about the texting.” Abby’s voice had risen to almost a yell by the time she stopped for a breath. She gulped a couple mouthfuls of air.
Caroline patted the flower arrangement, nodded her head, and shrugged. “Hey, ease up before you pop a blood vessel. I don’t know. Pick one. I wouldn’t throw it all at him at once. He might pass out. Or deck you.”
Badeep deep.
The store phone jumped into action, ringing simultaneous to her text message. Abby groaned and surveyed her phone’s screen again, which gave Caroline just the break needed to grab it and run to the back of the shop.
She pointed at the desk. “Answer that.”
Abby checked the store phone, recognized her parents’ number, and silently thanked her decision to put the added expense of caller ID on the bill. She wasn’t ready to face the music yet—she still wanted to bask in the fairy tale idea of business ownership.
“Holy shit!” Caroline’s head was glued to the texts. “Did you see these group messages?”
“Some of them. Hey, I thought you said I needed to stop spying and set him straight.”
Caroline’s voice was mockingly low and masculine. “There really is a running chick? Yeah, nearly killed her with the neighbor’s dog. You weren’t with the neighbor? No, just helping with the dog. Good. No warts? No, she’s nice. Seeing her again? Already did. Twice. Damn, that was fast.” Caroline giggled. “You know one of these guys is a real jerk. He said, ‘So the tits
are
real?’”
“What! He did not!” Abby ran to her side and peered over her shoulder. She rolled her eyes at the words. “I thought you were joking.”
“Nope. It gets worse. Look.” Caroline handed over the phone and Abby read the others.
Well, are they?
Carter: Not answering
Is that I’m sleeping w her so can’t tell or don’t know ’cause she ditched me 2?
Carter: Screw you
Oh, well good luck w her. You’ll get there
Carter: Should I repeat?
Lunch at Fadi’s. Who’s in?
Me
Me but can’t go til 12:30
Me too
Carter: U just want the details
Damn straight
12:30 then
Carter: I’m busy
Rog, drag him w u
No
“Hang with it? What the heck is that supposed to mean? Hang with lying my ass off to the guy?” Abby whipped the phone up and scrolled through the first messages. From his friends. For some reason, she was now in a
group
text. Would one of them see the errant number and expose her?
“No. It means—you should tell him. Tell him about the messages, only do it in person so you can spend a little more time with him before he realizes you’ve been spying on him all this time.”
“I wasn’t spying.”
Caroline raised an eyebrow. No words needed in that expression.
“I wasn’t!
He
texted
me,
remember? I didn’t start it. Nor did I run over him with a dog. If you ask me, he’s the one that started it all. Besides—”
Caroline snipped ribbon loose and tied up a yellow bow for the funeral arrangement. “Let’s don’t forget you still haven’t told him about his girlfriend either.”
Abby huffed. “Ex-girlfriend. And seems to me, the person that should tell him is her. Or maybe his best friend.”
“Who happens to be you at the moment.”
“No, not me.”
“You’re answering his texts as if you’re him.”
“OKAY. I won’t answer them anymore. Besides, his real friend is a jerk.”
“And you’ll tell him?”
“Tell him what? About me
not
being Jackson—or at least not the Jackson he thinks he’s texting? Or about his ex-girlfriend’s reaction to the flowers? Or maybe the reason why she broke up with him is because of
Jackson
. The friend, not me. Or maybe that the blind date I thought I was meeting actually was him, which is why he never showed. Only he did. Which one? And remember, I
tried
to tell him about the texting.” Abby’s voice had risen to almost a yell by the time she stopped for a breath. She gulped a couple mouthfuls of air.
Caroline patted the flower arrangement, nodded her head, and shrugged. “Hey, ease up before you pop a blood vessel. I don’t know. Pick one. I wouldn’t throw it all at him at once. He might pass out. Or deck you.”
Badeep deep.
The store phone jumped into action, ringing simultaneous to her text message. Abby groaned and surveyed her phone’s screen again, which gave Caroline just the break needed to grab it and run to the back of the shop.
She pointed at the desk. “Answer that.”
Abby checked the store phone, recognized her parents’ number, and silently thanked her decision to put the added expense of caller ID on the bill. She wasn’t ready to face the music yet—she still wanted to bask in the fairy tale idea of business ownership.
“Holy shit!” Caroline’s head was glued to the texts. “Did you see these group messages?”
“Some of them. Hey, I thought you said I needed to stop spying and set him straight.”
Caroline’s voice was mockingly low and masculine. “There really is a running chick? Yeah, nearly killed her with the neighbor’s dog. You weren’t with the neighbor? No, just helping with the dog. Good. No warts? No, she’s nice. Seeing her again? Already did. Twice. Damn, that was fast.” Caroline giggled. “You know one of these guys is a real jerk. He said, ‘So the tits
are
real?’”
“What! He did not!” Abby ran to her side and peered over her shoulder. She rolled her eyes at the words. “I thought you were joking.”
“Nope. It gets worse. Look.” Caroline handed over the phone and Abby read the others.
Well, are they?
Carter: Not answering
Is that I’m sleeping w her so can’t tell or don’t know ’cause she ditched me 2?
Carter: Screw you
Oh, well good luck w her. You’ll get there
Carter: Should I repeat?
Lunch at Fadi’s. Who’s in?
Me
Me but can’t go til 12:30
Me too
Carter: U just want the details
Damn straight
12:30 then
Carter: I’m busy
Rog, drag him w u
No
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